all these cheeses in the world and all we’ve go is cheddar, said breadroll, that’s what we stuff between our cheeks. and pork arseholes, with a scrumptious exotic sauce.
i could draw an asshole in the sand, it’s very easy, said sponge, really. would you like to see it?
breadroll did not want to. i do it anyway, said sponge. he drew an asshole.
they sulked.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
almighty be mine
- kindness of strangers
- some lives are worse than others but the stories are all the same
- anything is good for something in the end
- we don’t like days and are at odds with nights
- inflate or deflate or put on another show
- egg and a query
- come to mention it a melody sounds like the other
- a legend is born
- somewhere would be something else now
- the trail of art

2 June, 2008




